Today was the 5th anniversary of The Don's death.
I'm not sad or melancholy. I miss him, but I think he'd be pleased how things are turning out for us all. He'd be in love with Peaches and her upcoming brother. Dusie has talked about naming her boyo after him. And I mean really after him--Donald Francis Howell X. I asked her, what we would call him? There's only one The Don. I do hope he's gotten out of purgatory, as my sister asserts that he must have been doing some time down there. My mom was on the East Coast this week, so I hope that she went to his grave.